He tenderly binds up the broken in heart,
The soul bowed down he will raise:
For mourning, the ointment of joy will impart:
For heaviness, garments of praise.
Ah, come, then, and sing to the praise of our God,
Who giveth and taketh away;
Who first by his kindness, and then by his rod,
Would teach us, poor sinners, to pray.
For in the assembly of Jesus' first-born,
Who anthems of gratitude raise,
Each heart has by great tribulation been torn,
Each voice turned from wailing to praise.
R M'Cheyne, in
A Bonar
Memoir and Remains of Robert Murray M'Cheyne
Oliphant, Anderson & Ferrier
p37
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